vision of perfection
Excerpt from "Edge of Wonder," a collection of poems by Victoria Erickson
I wanted to ask you about your vision of perfection in an imperfect world, or which side of the earth calls out to you when you touch a physical globe, or maybe about your greatest heartache and how you still go on as your world continues turning, or what you do with a memory once lodged inside your bones that’s still breathing & burning.
But you’re still a stranger and I’m overly polite, so I’ll ask you all about your day when I’d rather know about your life.
